Harry's worries didn't last long.
Because this ti, the owl brought another letter.
The letter smashed straight into Aunt Petunia's face.
Petunia scread in terror.
Because it was a Howler.
She even tried to throw it away.
But the letter burst into flas.
A stern male voice roared:
"Petunia, rember my last words!"
Just that single sentence.
Aunt Petunia's attitude changed instantly.
She insisted that Harry stay in the house.
Although he was no longer allowed to go downstairs, and als were left silently at his door, and no one spoke to him anymore—at least, he was still allowed to stay.
Harry finally let out a sigh of relief.
But that night, Uncle Vernon suddenly knocked on his door.
Harry thought another letter had arrived.
But when the door opened—
He saw Darren.
"Darren, how are you?"
Harry was shocked and worried at the sa ti.
Uncle Vernon wanted to say sothing, but Darren was already speaking to him gratefully.
"I know you're really scared, but thank you for taking my brother in at a ti like this."
[Ding, Holy Father value 200]
[Ding, Holy Father value 200]
[Ding, Holy Father value 200]
"I'm sorry," Uncle Vernon muttered.
Darren pretended not to care.
He turned to Harry.
"Brother, pack your things. We're leaving imdiately."
"Okay!"
Harry wanted to ask sothing, but when he saw the urgency in Darren's eyes, he nodded without hesitation.
"Where can you even go now?"
Petunia asked in horror.
"I don't know. But if they want to snap my brother's wand, then we can only leave first.
No matter what, I will never let anything happen to my brother."
"But… didn't the Ministry say it would be a hearing?"
Harry asked doubtfully.
Darren's face turned pale instantly.
"I don't trust them.
I was a victim before, and they still slapped so many charges on .
If it weren't for all those Pensieve mories, I might really have been locked in Azkaban.
What's more, Fudge hates and has a personal grudge against .
Brother, I'm afraid sothing will go wrong.
I can't let anything happen to you.
You're my brother. You're all I have."
[ding, translated parent 200]
[Ding, Holy Father value 200]
[Ding, Holy Father value 200]
Harry's eyes turned red.
He hurriedly packed his luggage.
He didn't even dare to ask why Darren was here.
Obviously, Darren had guessed everything—and was prepared to wander the world with his useless brother.
"Alright, Darren!"
Harry grabbed his things and rushed to Darren.
Darren nodded.
He looked at the Dursleys.
With a sad expression, he said:
"Aunt, Uncle, my brother and I have no choice.
I can't watch them tornt my brother.
We can only run.
This is one of my alchemy products. Keep it with you—it'll at least protect you.
Although I don't think they'll attack Muggles, it's better to be cautious.
This house still has my mother's protection spell. Voldemort can't enter.
With this alchemical item, even so small tricks won't hurt you.
We'll be leaving now."
Darren took out three necklaces and motioned for them to put them on.
Petunia and the others accepted them.
Their expressions grew even more uneasy.
"If you can't leave, you could just let him wander on his own."
"No.
Even if I die, I will protect my brother."
[Ding, Holy Father value 200]
[Ding, Holy Father value 200]
[Ding, Holy Father value 200]
［...］
Darren heard the rapid chi of Father values.
He imdiately knew—
The people Dumbledore sent had arrived.
But he pretended not to notice.
Instead, he pulled another cup from his pocket.
Inside was an orange-yellow liquid.
Harry recognized it instantly.
Polyjuice Potion.
"Brother, drink it.
This contains the hair of a man I got on the way.
Also, take out the Firebolt.
In a mont, we'll ride to Knockturn Alley, steal a wand, and fly away imdiately!"
Just as Darren finished speaking—
"I think your plan has so serious loopholes."
A cold, angry voice sounded.
It was Remus Lupin.
Imdiately after, many wizards rushed into the room.
The Dursleys scread in fright.
Darren raised his wand warily.
He almost poured the Polyjuice Potion straight into Harry's mouth.
Then he whispered urgently:
"Brother, I suspect Remus might be disguised by soone else.
In a mont, climb out the window, mount your broom, and leave.
Don't go to Knockturn Alley.
Wait for at King's Cross Station.
I'll deal with them.
Don't worry—no one has ever hit ."
Harry doubled over in pain.
Then his body twisted and reshaped into a completely different man.
Watching Darren walk toward those people, Harry gritted his teeth.
He understood—
Staying would only burden Darren.
So he grabbed his suitcase, pulled out his broom, and rushed toward the window.
To his surprise, no one tried to stop him.
Harry held back his tears.
He climbed out.
Mounted his broom.
From the air, he looked back.
The wizards who had rushed in were surrounding Darren, questioning him intensely.
Harry knew.
They were forcing Darren to submit.
He was heartbroken.
But he understood—
He had to leave now.
Harry clenched his fists fiercely.
A gentleman's revenge can wait ten years.
But—
"It's over, Potter. Get off the broom."
A hoarse, greasy voice rang out.
Harry turned.
Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody.
And two unfamiliar witches beside him.
"It doesn't even take the three of us to catch him."
One witch with hair flashing in multiple colors said disdainfully.
Harry's heart sank.
So they really had co to arrest him.
"Catch him and force Darren to compromise. Make sure he's unhard."
Moody raised his wand.
Pointed it straight at Harry.
"Co down. Don't make say it a second ti.
Or I'll blast this place apart."
"Don't be like this. That's too rough."
"Now!"
Moody roared.
Harry understood.
They wanted to use him to threaten Darren.
Rage surged through him.
Even if it ant death, he would never let them succeed.
He pretended to descend—
Then yanked hard on his broom.
The Firebolt shot forward.
Faster. Faster.
Harry shouted to himself.
Just get away.
As long as he escaped, there was hope.
"Co down, Potter!
I'm warning you for the third ti!"
Moody shouted angrily.
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